(words and music by: Zack Walters)nnwhy you got to be bringing me griefnstealing all my time I should be calling you thiefnso you fell in when I left the seat upnyou should’ve turned around and looked nbefore planting your skinny ass buttnwhat am I looking at what am I feeling right nownnwhy you got to be bringing me downnincreasing my lack of money ncha-ching ain’t a pleasant soundnI turn the A/C up, you turn the A/C downnIt’s like a circus on our not so merry go roundnI’m tired, I’m sick, I can be a dick,nnIf your shrink don’t save you, ooh ooh nThen I’d have no clue what to donIf valium don’t calm you, ooh oohnThen maybe a shovel will donnPick me up don’t be late, pay for my food but no touchin’ my platenOpen my door, pull out my chair, you better notice when I style my hairnYou didn’t call, you didn’t wait, I could just slap you right here on your facenwell Oh my girl the tables have turned, I’m gonna stay til my tan lines have burnednTake out the trash, fill up my tank, say bye to your friends cause your locked on my chainnSay by to all of that your ass is mine, for all of your years or maybe just ninenblah, blah, blah, @#$%@^^ @#$&^%*$^##$ #$%^#$%^#$%nnWhy you got to be acting all insanenNeither jenny jones or jenny craig ncould ease my endless painnI know I should give upnI know I should give innBut round here that there we call Sinny sin, sinnI’m tired, I’m worn, my side aches from your thornnn